Wishes

10 billion years ago, she wished upon a star. She was that star. Wishing her way through cosmic evolution.

Her sisters. Her multitude. Her family of friends. All star-travellers.

We are their dream-fulfillment. We are the manifestation of starlight in the colours of the earth. Our dance is an on-going realisation of their intimations of immense possibility.

Now she is human. Standing on the curve of the planet looking up at her ancient origins and sending wishes back.

What happens when wishes meet wishes traveling in opposite directions? Back to origins and forwards to now.

The meeting happens in a realm transcending time and space, where dream images bustle and converse, eager to multiply into new arrangements and combinations.

She arches her body back to swallow up the damp darkness of the sky, liquid black broken by fissures of radiance.

Her mind jump starts into a new gear and accelerates out in multiple ways, encompassing vast comprehensions as it unfolds.

'I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish for everything to be exactly as it is.' The prayer has been consummated by the priest of the present and the prize needs no unwrapping, laid out, as it is, in all its wild splendour.